This is super weird, gang.
I have a tenuous grasp on reality. I hear things. I already believe death is not the end, but instead one’s consciousness shifts to a reality next door which is only slightly off from the one a consciousness just exited. To be brief, there are vigintillions of realities similar to our own except for slight changes on subatomic levels. If you want to reach a world where the traffic lights are blue, yellow, and red, that’s a nigh-infinite road. If you want to reach a world where where the American Revolution was a failure, rotsa ruck.
Back in November of 2009, I was driving back to the east coast. My former friend Brian was driving the truck and he had boundless energy, even at 3 a.m. in the morning. Me? I was dead tired, swerving, and struggling to stay awake by putting my hand out the window to freeze it or cook myself with the heater. A bend in the road was coming up, I probably briefly nodded off, woke to find myself heading for certain doom only to make a hard left at the last minute.
In the original universe, I never woke up. My Volkswagen went through the barrier and fell down whatever was on the other side. I’m dead there. But death would involve destroying information. Information is energy. Energy, as far as we know, can not be destroyed only sublimated like kinetic energy becoming heat energy while trying to stop. So my consciousness passed through the branes to a me which survived, pulled over, phoned Brian, and said I can not drive anymore because of exhaustion. Since I am alive, it’s a better world than the one I just left, ĉu ne?
Also while doing mushrooms a few years back, I realized I was swiping back and forth to select realities. I didn’t know if one was particularly better than the other, but something kept changing as I flipped through dimensions like one would thumb through Tinder.
A few months ago I was writing in Notepad about hearing voices talking over my body at work, how I’m being kept asleep while they figure out a problem before I can be fully awakened and brought back into reality. I eventually stopped, mostly because my mood was lifting and I was getting a different perspective upon life. Plus I couldn’t hear them anymore.
Leah’s been acting out of character based upon the past nine and a half years, especially after the turmoil which began in June of 2018. After expressing her displeasure with part one of The OA, and the fact I felt a little cringe as to how part one of The OA ended, I figured I’d never watch that series again. Leah suggested we watch it, and the storyline is about shifting between realities with some parallels to my own beliefs and experiences. I know this makes me come across as insane. Well we’re watching it and enjoying it. Also Leah suggested another activity from out of the blue but that’s besides the point.
I’ve been listening to the podcast Hello From The Magic Tavern, it’s brilliant, and today I heard episode 60 where Dr. Ward shows up. It plays with the trope that Arnie, the host, is insane and delusional and the Dr. Ward is his psychologist (psychiatrist? i never get them right.) at the asylum where he’s being treated.
Within the hour Alex Grey, psychedelic artist, shared a review of a book called “The Cast Against Reality” by Donald Hoffman.
Anyway it’s a weird coincidence of all these tropes happening at once, or perhaps I’m noticing a trend which may illustrate something about reality. With my own bias, I presume, trepidatiously, I’m being told something to figure out for myself.